Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' purple magic, stuck like traffic
On the of his head, S.P.M. tatted
Boys down with me, like four flat
Got Benz's and and candy jaguars
Try to make it rich, breakin'
My name was cocaine, that's a crazy bitch
Was my first love, that I will
Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a
Do these know, how it really go
Or are they just another fake on the
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My homie's dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
wanna' stare, take it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my grow?
I know it don't stop, even they try
45 years, in this like a

SPM]
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And pull so
And so heavily

[VERSE 2:
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to that on the ledge
To where if I drop, then I'm
Man, it's best
'Cuz days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a glock fulla'
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to things
whoever says I just wanna see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's your head lie
I be down the back street, my screw tape bang
The coop stay swangin' through the two-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the like baby, this is real life
is what it feels like, when you in the trill life
This is what it still like, fly the kite to Los
I''d like to y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'

[CHORUS:
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And pack so
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so

[VERSE 3:
I'ma stay strong, then they thought
I made 'em so sick I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't
South Park, 20's on my Noah's Ark
ain't a thing, never will I love it
Guess that's why the Lord me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my fridge
But all the jealousy me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' ounce in one blunt
So enemies, for no good reason
they mad cause I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends wishin' I would dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still take it
Homie, I'm the king of shit, man face it

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And so heavily